Skxawng • Neteyam

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Neteyam had her up against the wall of the cave in seconds. He could not touch her, could not kiss her enough. Yeriyah wanted to be his mate, and Eywa he's never felt anything quite euphoric like that. She was beautiful and strong and warrior and everything he wanted in a mate.

Her moans captivated him and urged him forward. Yeriyah's hands reached up to tug on his hair, making a groan leave his mouth.

Their minds were clouded with lust, each trying to control the situation. Neteyam slowly plunged a hand underneath her loin cloth and dipped underneath the water and between her folds. He hissed as a pool waited there for him. "MaRiyah." He breathed out in shock at how wet she was.

"Neteyam, please." She cried out as his fingers tortured her. "Please, I need more. Please."

Neteyam didn't waste any time before plunging one of his fingers inside her. Preparing her for his size, which was much, much more significant. "You are going to be the death of me." He says as he picks up his pace, slamming in and out of her with his hand. Her toes curled, and her moans echoed off the cave walls like a symphony in his ears.

He pulled out unexpectedly and earned a glare in return. Yeriyah watched as his hands dipped below the water to his own loin cloth. Her mouth watered as he lifted the material above the water and threw it over a tiny little ledge.

There was a small moment when their eyes met, and silence erupted between them. So many words unspoken, so many emotions not shared. That was until Neteyam reached behind his back to grab his queue, a silent question in his action. Her hands shook slightly as she went to grab her queue. Neteyam stopped her by holding her shaking hand. She turned to him. "If you're nervous, we do not have to d-"

"I want to." She reassured him. "I promise."

Yeriyah reached behind her and grabbed her queue, and held it in front of her. This was the first step to becoming a mated pair with someone. To become one with your chosen mate. "You ready?" He asks, excitement sparkling in his eyes.

"Yeah." She beamed, and slowly they connected their queue, and a bond was created as the last thread linked. They both gasped as the feelings and strength of the other flowed in their veins. Neteyam could feel her nerves and her excitement, and her love. He could feel everything she felt, just as she did with him.

The moment Yeriyah reached forward and touched him, sparks flew, and her eyes dilated. She felt everything he did and knew everything he felt for her was genuine. He reached around her and pulled her close.

"Your soul is just as beautiful as you are," Neteyam whispered as he moved a braid out of her face.

Before tears pricked her eyes, she kissed him. It was soft and delicate, nothing like how they started. It was sensual and slow, making her absolutely starving for him. Each kiss, each touch, had them slowly losing their composure. Neteyam bent down and picked her up by her legs, which she wrapped around his torso.

Neteyam's cock touched her core, and they both froze at the overwhelming feeling coursing through them. It was no longer just their own pleasure; they felt their mate's pleasure as well. "I want you, Neteyam. I want this. I want you right now." Yeriyah whispers, half out of breath. She leaned forward and touched her forehead to his.

Neteyam lined himself up with her opening and looked up at his mate. "Watch me. Don't close your eyes. Watch. Me." Neteyam practically growls out, and he begins lowering her onto his dick. Yeriyah let out a gasp and shut her eyes. "Open. Now." He commanded.